Her pussy was as wet as, perhaps wetter, than it had ever been. His weight on her was well, different than that of the man who had exclusively hovered over her for the past 20 years. He felt different. Actually it was what she did not feel that was different. Even with his arms fully extended her husband's stomach rested on her abdomen as he thrust his hips between her thighs. Now as her vaginal walls stretched to accommodate the head of her lover's penis there was no pressure on her tummy, no sensation at all to eclipse the sensation of a cock head which itself was larger than the base of her husband's member.
Not that her husband was "tiny" when erect. Somehow his dick was able to expand from a just under 2 inches to an average 6 inches (plus or minis a little). Her mind flashed between the here and now and the then and there. Her sex life had never been much to talk about. She had fucked, or better said, been fucked by a half a dozen or so horny twenty-something's her last two years of college. Maybe she had been luckier than most as her pre-marital lovers had all been hung slightly larger than average. Her husband seemed to enjoy fucking her slow and easy, and for extended periods of time, leaving her sore and frustrated as his cock "almost" filled her as much as she recalled being stretched by her former lovers.
The past 4 years had seen her sex life dwindle down to little more than playing with several vibrators, most of which were larger than her husband. She enjoyed being able to climax in a matter of a few minutes. Long ago her well hid secret that her husband's cock was less than the ideal size had come to light. Peter was more than understanding of her "needs" as he would hold her and massage her breasts as she moved her toys into her wet pussy. As he had aged, his cock took ever increasing lengths of time to engorge, and he had long ago lost his ability to maintain an erection for more than an hour. He was less horny, less able and now would fuck much slower but come much quicker than "back in the day." He would sometimes tease her about the dildo being another guy and her being fucked by somebody else as she would suck his cock from its flaccid state into tumescence.
Pete had been the one to suggest bringing another man into the bed room. While Cindy's pussy would moisten, her super ego fought the idea tooth and nail. Her life-like vibrators were more than enough to make up for her husband's lack. She insisted that they had been married too long to risk their marriage for a night of passion. They had two lonely kids, a nice home, and the limitations not withstanding what she assumed was an average sex life for people in their age and shape. She assured him that more often than not, fantasy was better than reality, and she would stick with her sex toys, thank you very much!
She was shocked back to the present by David's slow and steady progress of inserting his ridged phallus into the moist folds of her labia. She let out a low moan and moved her hips to accommodate the unrelenting pressure. While not a "monster cock" it was enough larger than average to be the largest thing she had ever tried to accommodate. She pulled her legs back towards her shoulders and used her hands to help her place her heals into the low of his back. As she did this, his pelvis met hers; and in an instant he pulled back and plunged in again. He was pumping at an increasingly faster pace. Each time she was filled with his member up to its base. Her breathing deepened, her chest flushed, her eyes rolled back as once again she let out a low moan.
Never, had she felt like this. Never had she known such fullness in her pussy. She reached her hands up towards his head. She played with his brown hair before pulling his head down to reach her face. As she pulled his towards her, she smiled and looked first at his eyes and then his lips, until at the last moment; she opened her lips and accepted his tongue into her mouth. As his tongue probed her mouth, she felt as if the time of his tongue would meet the tip of his long cock. He was filling her at both ends. After what both seemed like an eternity and an instant, he lifted his head.
She was so close to cumming, he had been inside her less than 2 minutes and she felt as though every inch of her was quaking. She turned her head to the side and for the first time since David had mounted her, she saw the shadow of her husband sitting on the chair in front of the draped hotel window. She could not see his eyes, the room as much too dark to discern his eyes, at least from this angle. She wondered what he must be thinking. She had been sure that she would not be able to enjoy herself with another man, especially with her husband in the same room.
She moved her head up towards her lover's ear. "Please stop!" She whispered. "I need you to stop fucking me, are I will cum, and I do NOT want this to end!" "Just for a minute, stop, and let me be on top!"
With that David stopped his trusting. For the first time, he lowered himself onto her, She felt his firm chest pressing against her breasts. Her nipples exploded as his arms reached under her armpits, tightened and rolled to his right. In an instant she was on top and not for an instant had his cock escaped the warmth of her vagina. It had been years since she had been able to roll over without her husband's dick slipping out.
David's dick found another inch as she was not ridding him. She slowed the pace. As much as she loved to be fucked fast, she did not want this to end, not now, not ever. It had taken her husband years to convince her that as long as he was in the room, it was not cheating. As she rocked back and forth, she wondered why she had not given in the first time her husband had suggested she take a lover. She closed her eyes. Her back was to her husband. She was enjoying this, but she really wanted her lover to be faceless, like in her fantasy. So she closed her eyes and slowly rocked as his cock slipped deep into her, but never quite came out.
"Cuckolding" was what he had called it. He was so strong, so forceful, so domineering. He was the one who was always giving the orders, always in charge. Why would he want to be humiliated? Why would he want to watch her fuck another guy. They had considered various options. Somebody who worked with her, there was more than one guy who had given her "the look" over the years. But she did not want to face the rumors which would inevitably evolve. They had talked about somebody who worked with her husband, but his position of power would never allow him to give her to the arms of a co-worker. A classified add in a swinger's magazine, or an online service had its share of complications.
The answer to the problem came without much effort at all. Cindy's company had decided to close their eastern office and move the firm westward to Denver. Cindy had been offered a job with a promotion if only she would move the family from Cleveland to Denver. As appealing as Denver was, this would mean uprooting their youngest child during she sophomore year in high school. It would mean that Peter would have to give up his job, and they would have to sell there home at a price which would not come close to buying a similar one in Denver. It was a deal she had to refuse. The firm made a counter offer, she would come to Denver for 3 months, to help hire and train the new staff. She would be paid three times her former salary, and they would put her up in a hotel at no cost to her. This was the offer she could not refuse. This was their ticket out of debt. This was the first step down the road which had brought her to David's arms. The first month was easy enough. She and Peter had been going without sex for a month at a time. She had brought an assortment of toys and she had used them frequently enough to keep herself satisfied. But satisfying the body and satisfying the emotions are two all together different things. Little by little watching CSI and Law and Order reruns was not helping to pass the evenings. Every day on the way back to the hotel from the office included driving by a nice looking little bar which always seemed to have a number of cars parked for happy hour.
It was a Friday night when she finally pulled her car into the parking lot. She was determined to have a good time, without doing anything "wrong." She walked to the dimly lit room. There were two pool tables towards the back, and several tables towards the front, with a bar seating 15 to 20 people. Most of the people were setting at the bar, in groups of two to three. At nearly the middle of the bar there was an empty chair between two men. Cindy walked towards the empty chair The man on the chair to the left seemly was alone, the man to her right was engaged in a game of dice with a man to his right. Cindy ordered a diet coke®.
It was David who spoke first. "Hi, I'm David, can I buy you something to drink?" His voice has a baritone quality to it.
"I'm Cindy, that would be nice."
"Is a Coors Light ™ ok?" David quizzed.
"Just what I would have ordered!" Cindy smiled.
The afternoon was filled with chit-chat. She explained how she came to be in Denver. He told her his life story.
"How about getting something to eat?" David suggested.
"It's been a long day." Cindy started.
As she spoke a look of disappointment crept over David's face
"Listen, I'm not saying no, I'm just saying I need to get my head together. After all we just met and I am in a strange town,"
"Can I get your number and call you?" David asked. "Maybe I can give you my bosses number and my mother's number and you can check me out!" David laughed, and Cindy too could not help but laugh as well.
"Ok, let me go back to the room and clean up. Call me in a hour." Cindy said as she took his hand for a moment.
She closed the door to the hotel room behind her. Her heart raced. What had she just done? Was it wrong? Had she crossed the line? Her fingers shook as she opened her cell phone and pressed the button which would connect her with her husband.
"Hubby, guess what?" She started.
